Advent

It is the beginning of Advent.
Advent is Latin.
It means coming.
Who is coming? 

Jesus is coming.
A baby born to save the world. A baby who is God.
He shows up in a fetal ball.
He who carved out the universe curved Himself into a fetal ball in the dark. He tethered himself into the uterine wall of a virgin, and let His cells collide, light splitting all white.
He gave up the heavens that were not big enough to contain him and let Himself be held in a a hand.
Thi is a mystery.
He became a baby so small, and an infinite God became infant.

The Giver becomes the Gift.

He has a a heart beating in the chest cavity of a held child.
His hearts beats hope, change, love - the whole planet has been spinning round waiting for Him.

Advent. 
Jesus is coming. 
When you open the Bible and read of his coming,
you first read of His genealogy. 
The gift starts to upwrap itself.
You know the stories of Christ’ family tree.
You need His geneaology.
The branches of His family, the love story of His heart
that has been coming for you since the beginning.

And you think about your own family.
Family matters.
Family gives you context and origin gives you understanding.
The family tree of Christ gives you hope.

There are women in His family tree.
Four broken women who felt like they were outsiders.
Women who were tired of being taken advantage of.
Who wants to go unnoticed, uncherished, and unappreciated?
Women who thought about giving up. 
Christ claims that those who are wondering
and wandering and wounded are His. 
Christ grabs you into His family tree, His line, His story, His heart,
and he gives you His Name, His lineage, his righteousness.
Christ gives you grace.
Is there a greater gift?

This is a love story unlike any other.
It’s a love story that has been coming for you since the beginning of time. 
You can miss it.
You can brush past this gift.
You can rush through it.
You can not see how it comes for you over the edges of everything.
Every page in Scripture has been waiting, reaching, coming for you.
You could wake up on Christmas
and only see
that you did not take the whole of the Gift.
Christ gives you grace.

Advent. 
Jesus is coming. 
Christ gives you grace.

Waiting for the coming of the Lord in the manger
who made himself bread for us who are starved.
Watiing for the Savior in swaddling clothes who later wears clothes of Righteousness for those who are worn out.
Christ brings in Christmas.
Without rushing, without pushing.
He is here.
Mark this waiting.
Mark this art in your life.
Mark Advent with a counting.
It’s a way of staying awake and not missing anything. 

The first Sunday of Advent I read of covenant keeping, promise-keeping God. 
“Out of the stump of David’s family will grow a shoot -
yes, a new Branch bearing fruit from the old root…
Is that the day the heir to David’s throne will
become a banner of salvation to the world.
The nations will rally to him,
and the hand where he lives
will be a glorious place” (Isaiah 11:1, 10).

It changes us.
It changes our hearts. 
Out of the stump of hearts…
Miracles will grow within, open slowly, bear fruit. 
Our hearts will make time and space for Him
to come to a beautiful, glorious place.
A place of sheer, readiant defiance
in the face of the world careening mad and stressed.

Advent. 
Jesus is coming. 
Christ gives you grace.

We will listen to Old Testament stories.
We will imagine the branches of the family tree of Christ
all the way back from Adam.
Each story points to Christ, the relief, the incarnation of God.

Advent. 
Jesus is coming. 
Christ gives you grace.

He is the exquisite gift cut and given for us.
Broken.
He is the Gift who hung on a tree for us.
The Gift who was pierced for you,
wounded and willing. 
He unfolds himself on the tree
​of your endless, greatest Gift.
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